It's been awhile since I've done this. So much has happened... so many things to discuss. I wish I knew where to begin. Work is so stressful. Our biggest client was there today, overseeing our every move. It was stressful to say the least. My stomach turns at the thought of going back tomorrow. I wish I could just take a month off and write... I know, it sounds crazy. I wouldn't get anything done if I stayed home. I come home at night and can get nothing done. I wish I could spend a month on an island alone... isolation is my only respite.
Words flitter onto my tongue like tiny drops of acid on a piece of paper... spreading against all of the granules, wishing to be spoken or written or somehow expressed. I sit alone wondering if anyone will ever read what I am devoting my every thought to; If anyone will ever care enough to have faith in my abilities; if anyone will ever support them.
To hell with this
